Tonart: G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Bb
Gm
Sit in the chair, yeah,
Bb
Gm
Bb
yeah
Gm
Cm
Uh- huh, yeah
Eb
D
Sit my alligator jacket on the flo'
Let that xxxx crawl
around, whattup game?
Gm
Dm
Gm
How are you my nigga?
Bb
Let's get this money, you heard? money in zip duffle bags,
shotgun shells
Bb
Gm
niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Bb
Frontin xxx niggaz, go hang with pharrell
Gm
Tryin to be a (cowboy), you catch
bullets like terrell
Bb
Owens, call it t.o.,
he leakin like a project sink
Gm
Bb
Gm
Busted open like a hot dog link
Bb
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah,
I did my xxxxxx prison thing
Gm
Came out still on point, like the rza rings
Bb
I'm from compton but my
inkpen live in queens
Gm
Bb
Rep the dub like wu- tang,
Gm
and I got (killa bees) (respect)
Gm
new millennium genevieves
Got a million dollars say lebron
don't win a ring (word?)
Bb
I know kobe, I be on the floor,
"kobe! "
Gm
You know a nigga that
Bb
can score 81? show me
Gm
Bb
I got a (cuban link) to a xxxxxx o.g.
Gm
And nigga you're too close,
what the xxxxx tryna blow me? (back up)
Bb
This the face off (respect the don) diamonds
Bb
(Iced out) where you be?
Gm
(the strip club throwin ones)
Bb
Where you from? (new york,
F
Gm
where you from?) californ'
Cm
Eb
(Big sharks) me too (swimmin in a pile of ones)yeah nigga,
D
Am
F
Gm
tomorrow man
Dm
Goin to take you to go buy some 18- kar
Gm
at gold golf clubs nigga
D
Gm
Bb
In the bronxthis the face off (respect the dons,
Gm
hundred thousand on the arms)
Bb
Son where you be? (under palm trees stayin
Gm
Bb
warm)
(Who you be?) raekwon, who
F
Gm
is you? (amaz- on)
Cm
I'm a keep it (compton) staten ('til the day
Eb
D
Am
is done)geah, frontin on us nigga, it's like
F
Gm
It's like racin a nigga in afghanistan
Dm
Gm
to go get some oil nigga
Bb
You gon' xxxx around and get your head burnti'm a new york dinosaur,
staten island artifact
Gm
Bb
Hip- hop's never dead,
Gm
the (cuban) gave 'em heart attacks
Gm
target cats come from under the v's
Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin
Bb
Keep it movin homeboy, the mac's
Spit in your face,
Bb
Gm
go 'head lil' baby rappers
Bb
Can't xxxx with us convicts,
stat- land
cliques'll die right with traction
Bb
It's wall street money and
two gunny's
Gm
Bb
Slammers is extra chunky, yeah,
Gm
me and my red monkeys
Bb
Silverback sales are few donkeys,
Gm
all of us live comfy
Blow your head off like lunch meat
Bb
Chef in the game run the country
Gm
Bb
Take over the world little girl,
better stay out our brunch meetin
Gm
Bb
Fuck with they paper their gun squeezin
Gm
D
Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped,
Eb
Cm
Eb
D
this is front seasonyo, man yo game man
F
Gm
Let these niggaz know man f'real man
Gm
They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute,
D
Gm
Bb
ya heard? (yo what if I was from compton?) what if I was from staten?
Gm
Bb
I'd be king kong knockin down the buildings in
Gm
Bb
manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) shootouts, real
block shit
Gm
West coast assassin on
some real 2pac shit
Bb
My style's smokin like,
after a glock spit
Gm
Bb
Game get the blood money,
Gm
xxxx xxxxxxx and pop cris'
Bb
Style like it's new year's,
cause this a new year
either bigfoot or the game been through here
Bb
The benjamins won't stop,
Gm
and neither would a chrome glock
Bb
I kill a fire- breathin dragon
with a dome shot
Gm
Bb
Come through your hood in a chevy malibu,
on stocks
Gm
We had a meetin before we got here,
and xxxx gon' pop
Bb
Heads gon' roll, patron gon' spill
Gm
Bb
Fitted caps gettin peeled like
the chrome on the wheels
Gm
Bb
Got a half a mil', sing
your wounds won't heal
Gm
D
Eb
Gm
I declare war, nigga who gon' deal? yeah,
Bb
F
Gm
y'all know what time it is man
Bb
Gm
Bb
"Bulletproof diary" nigga, for real
F
Gm
Many may read this man
Cm
A lot of niggaz might not make it home,
Eb
you heard?
D
We speak for the real ones man,
Gm
Dm
All them real general niggaz man
Gm
All them niggaz that's
out there man
Don't get no rest or none of that
Gm
Bb
Gm
Bb
The chef nigga, game whattup baby?
Gm
I love you, ya heard? superman lover
Bb
over here for you baby
Gm
You know how we do it,
Bb
Gm
we go all over the xxxxxx world man
Bb
Gm
Get a lot of bread man, word up,
hun'ned my nigga
Bb
Gm
We take you to boca chica or some'n man,
Bb
Gm
knahmsayin?
Bb
Gm
Sip on some motherfuckin, don julio or some'n,
y'knahmsayin?
With two foul rings on,
Bb
Gm
y'knahmsayin?
Bb
Gm
Bb
Couple of mean guatemalians with us
Half guatemala,
Niggaz ain't seen them colors man
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